Skeletons. Not that weird for a little kid, maybe, but I was terrified of them to the extent that...my brother had this set of kids' encyclopedias, about 20 A to Z volumes, and in about the second one was the entry on 'Bones', with a diagram of a human skeleton. And these encyclopedias were kept in the one bookcase in our old house, in the living room. And I not only wouldn't look in that particular book, I wouldn't go near the bookcase.
The odd thing is, these days I'm totally fascinated by human anatomy. I can't recall at what age skeletons stopped being spooky and started being cool. I suspect I got used to dinosaur skeletons before I started liking human ones.
The other thing was floral patterns. I've always 'seen' weird little kind of goblin faces in pictures of roses or any flower with that sort of complex structure, and nowhere was this clearer than on the curtains we had at home - my mother loved florals, but they freaked me out.
I was also scared of the dark. I was never, from the earliest age, allowed to sleep with any kind of nightlight, in the belief that I'd 'get over it'. Well, I'm thirty-nine, and while I'm OK if there's someone in the room with me (which as I'm married, there almost always is now), if I ever sleep alone I am still scared of the dark, and I still prefer to have some kind of light coming from somewhere. Make of that what you will.
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"Grunge? Isn't that some gross shade of greenish orange?"